“Studio” is being overly polite

I believe I was only a couple of years into college when I realised that I had to have a sewing machine. I’d grown up with a monstrous Singer and cupboards overflowing with prints whose scarcity I wouldn’t appreciate until years later. My little machine, scored for under a hundred dollars at a super-department store, can’t do all the rad things that the Singer did, but it straight stitches, zig zags and does blind hem, which is really all I need. (click through to Flickr for notes) I insisted, when…